I'm not going to worry about eating healthy this weekend, I'm sick. My immune system needs that extra boost. I'll work it all off when I get better.
These are the thoughts that went through my head this past weekend, as I ate myself into a food coma. I was going to forget about it and not have to take responsibility, but then I thought Now, if I pretend it didn't happen, that would make it easier for it to happen again. If I publicly humiliate myself by posting everything I ate on the internet, that would make me take responsibility for my actions, and help to prevent it in the future.
I acknowledge the fact that I'm an emotional eater. I also acknowledge the fact that I make lots and lots of excuses in order to eat unhealthily sometimes. Before this weekend, I had been doing fairly well, but let's face it, I am human, and shit does happen.
*SIGH* Let's get on with it then:
Chocolate cake on Friday in addition to lots of mashed potatoes and gravy.
A grilled chicken wrap with honey bqq sauce, chips and salsa, and some fried cheese curds on Saturday at Buffalo Wild Wings.
Then Saturday night, my boyfriend and I ordered Breadeaux (a medium everything pizza with a regular size of cheese sticks and brownie bites).
Sunday....ughh....2 donuts, a cookie, a piece of cheesecake, a Turkey Club sandwich with fries, and a bite of cheesy ham macaroni and cheese.
I'm disgusting.
But I don't really regret Friday or Saturday. I ate the cake (although I don't even like cake?) because it was a special occasion....my bid was accepted by Mu Lambda Rho, and it was my initiation dinner. Greek life + me....I know. It's crazy. But it was an exciting night! And Saturday I was meeting my family, and we were celebrating my step-dad's birthday, then my boyfriend and I were hanging out. I truly only regret Sunday because half the food that I ate was gross, and it was just out of boredom. Regrets, regrets. BUT, I can't change the past, I can only influence the future so I won't dwell.
I had a great workout this morning, and I have ate so healthy today NO MEAT, so I can just worry about losing the extra couple pounds I put on this weekend, and focus on my next goal:
losing six pounds by February 28th.
And if I want to be successful in that, I have to get my ass in gear, and stop making excuses. I'm feeling better, so I can't use me being sick as an excuse. And I definitely can't just say: Oh I'll work it off next week, because clearly it takes me two seconds to gain weight, and two months to lose it. And food is not worth that to me.
So here's my plan:
1. Quit being a little girl about things
specifically meaning, don't coward to food every time something goes wrong2. STOP EATING AT WORK
All of the food is bad for you, even the salads are unhealthy. And plus, you don't need to be spending money right now3. THINK BEFORE YOU EAT, DUMMY!
Think about how many minutes of running it would take to burn that thing off. Think if it will really make me happy to eat it. Think that the thing I want to eat will make it harder to get to my hot body.
I keep saying these things, but it seems like sometimes I just do things without even thinking of the consequences. And that makes my life harder. So when I find a solution, I will be sure to let ya'll know:)
In the mean time, I'm trying my best. I ran a mile today, slower than I wanted but 11:05 could have been worse. Then I biked for 10 minutes, and today was leg day so I did squats, the leg press machine, jumped rope, did wall sits, booty bridges, and inner thigh lifts. Tomorrow is arms, and I'm ready to go ham on it.
Whenever I look in the mirror, I can see how much hot potential I have. With a slim stomach, some toned thighs and arms, minus the love handles, and a slimmer face, I could have a rockin' body. I can also see how far I've come. My belly isn't protruding out of my body as it was some many months ago. My face no longer resembles a beach ball, and my legs have without a doubt gotten smaller. I just need to stick with it.
I will be so much happier in the end♥
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